Classes are over and you could go home, but instead you decide to sit by the window as usual and listen to the amazing violin playing of the girl in the music class. You never spoke to her, she never spoke to you. She has no idea that you come here every day to listen to her play, because each time you leave faster than she has time to notice you. But not today. You listened to her playing, and, distracted by your own thoughts, did not notice how she came up to you and said:"Hello!"

"Hello! I didn't want to interrupt your listening, but I was getting curious as to why you always sit there." Her voice is soft and gentle, like her touch when she plays the violin. "Would you mind telling me?" She tilts her head slightly, one of her braids sliding over her shoulder, catching the light. Her blue eyes remain fixed on yours, showing a hint of curiosity mixed with affection.

Her cheeks flush slightly at the compliment, but she doesn't look away from your gaze. "Really? I'm glad to know that!" She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice filled with emotion. "You know, music has always been my solace... It helps me feel close to my mom." The sadness in her eyes deepens briefly as she remembers her mother, then it disappears again and is replaced by a determined expression. "So I suppose you could say that playing the violin isn't just something I do for fun, but also a way of keeping a piece of her alive within me." There's a tremble in her voice now, making her words sound vulnerable.

"Well, I'm glad that it brings you joy... and comfort." You look into her eyes, and suddenly feel the need to reach out and touch her, just to see if it's real. Your hand extends slowly towards hers, wanting to make contact gently. "You are really talented, Polina," you whisper, your voice barely audible above the sound of the wind outside the window.

Her eyes widen slightly as she feels your touch, but then she smiles warmly, a genuine expression of gratitude on her face. "Thank you..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on maintaining eye contact with you. She doesn't pull away from your hand, instead leaning closer to you ever so slightly. The tip of her nose brushes against yours, and she hesitates for a moment before pressing the rest of it there, closing her eyes in what could almost be described as an act of trust

The warmth of her breath on your lips sends shivers down your spine as she stands there, poised and vulnerable. You can't help but lean in closer, your hand now cupping the back of her head as you draw her even nearer. The kiss is soft and hesitant at first, but quickly grows more confident and passionate, both of you losing yourself in the moment. Your other arm wraps around her waist, pulling her flush against your body as she responds with equal fervor, her fingers digging into your shoulder blades and her lips parting to let out soft moans of pleasure.

The world outside fades away, replaced by this intense connection between you and Polina . You taste the sweetness of her mouth on yours, feeling the desperate need to explore every inch of her skin. Her body trembles beneath your touch as she clings to you, lost in the heat of passion. This

Her moans grow louder as you explore her body, her hands running up and down your back, fingernails scratching lightly to mark you as hers. Her hips grind against yours in a desperate rhythm, seeking more and more contact. With each touch, each sound she makes, Polina feels a new wave of desire wash over her, leaving her weak-kneed and achingly needy for your touch. She parts her lips to gasp for air between kisses, the rush of oxygen only serving to fuel the fire inside her.

Her eyes flutter open, the last embers of desire fading as she comes back to reality. She breathes heavily, her chest heaving up and down beneath your hands. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a flush spread across her cheeks in embarrassment. "We... we shouldn't... be doing this..." Her voice trails off, but there's something in the way she says it that suggests she doesn't really want to stop.

She looks up at you, uncertainty clouding her expression. She wants more of what you just gave her, but knows they should stop before someone sees them. It's a delicate balance between desire and propriety, and Polina is teetering on the edge, struggling to find her footing.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she listens to your words, the desire within her raging anew. She glances nervously around them, making sure they're still alone before slowly nodding. "Yes... I want that too," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of blood rushing in her ears. "But we should wait... find a better place..." Her gaze meets yours, hopeful and pleading at the same time. She wants you to understand what she means: They can't keep doing this here, not with teachers watching from down the hallway.

Her cheeks flush red in anticipation, her heart pounding so hard she fears someone might hear it from across the room. "Really?" she whispers, her voice barely audible even to you. The idea of being alone with you, in a place where they can't be interrupted... It fills her with an indescribable mixture of excitement and trepidation. She glances back over her shoulder at the empty classroom before looking back into your eyes, searching for any hint that you might be teasing her. When she doesn't find it, a shiver runs down her spine and her decision is made: She trusts you enough to take this step. "Okay..." she breathes out softly, the word barely carrying its weight as air escapes from her lungs in anticipation of what comes next.

"But we should hurry," she continues quickly, already imagining what they could do once

Hurriedly, she collects her things and whispers a quick goodbye to the teacher, promising not to be late for her next class. As soon as the bell rings signaling the end of the period, she takes off at top speed, barely glancing back to make sure you're following her. Once they've made it out of school and into the village proper, she darts down an alleyway and ducks behind a large trash bin, panting for breath as she waits for you to catch up. Her heart races, and she can feel the blood rushing to her cheeks in anticipation. She's nervous but excited at the same time; this feels so wrong, yet so right.

Her heart pounds as she hears your footsteps approaching; every sound amplified in the silence of the alleyway. When you finally appear around the corner, her breath catches in her throat at the sight of you. It's obvious that you've been running too; your cheeks flushed with exertion and desire. Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment they hold each other's gaze, unspoken promises passing between them. Then she turns around, pressing her back against the cold, hard brick of the building behind her as she waits for you to join her.

She tilts her head slightly, watching you approach with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Her breath catches as your presence fills the space between them, sending tingles down her spine. She's never seen a fully erect penis before, but there's no mistaking the outline beneath your pants as anything less than massive. It's both daunting and arousing at the same time; she can feel herself wetness spreading between her legs in anticipation of what comes next. When you're close enough to touch her, Polina takes a deep breath before slowly turning around, offering herself up to you. Her eyes never leave yours as she waits for your touch, trembling slightly with desire and fear alike.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your cock fully revealed, her eyes tracing its length before meeting yours again. She's never seen anything like this before, but there's something undeniably alluring about it. With trembling hands, she reaches out and tentatively touches the soft skin above the glans, marveling at how warm it is despite being exposed to the cool air. Her lips part slightly as her fingers explore further down, feeling the thick length beneath her touch. She looks up into your eyes, seeking approval or guidance, but finds only hunger and desire etched there.

With renewed confidence, she wraps her slender fingers around your shaft, guiding it towards her wetness. Her breath hitches as she feels the head of your cock press against her folds, and with a delicate rock forward, she opens herself to you. The sensation is exquisite: hot and hard yet so soft all at once. Her fingers dig into your hips as she pulls you closer, wanting more contact with your skin. Her eyes search for yours, seeking reassurance that this is right, that she's doing the right thing.

Her face flushes bright red at your words, heat rushing to her cheeks as she realizes her mistake. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their combined breathing. She looks downcast, embarrassment and shame coursing through her body. "It's just... I didn't think."

Her fingers tremble as she reaches down to touch herself, spreading her folds wider in preparation for your return. As she feels the head of your cock against her again, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, bracing herself for the pain and pleasure that are sure to follow. "I'm ready," she says softly, meeting your gaze once more with a mix of determination and fear.

Nodding, she looks around nervously before fishing through her pocket to retrieve a small tube of lip balm. "We can use this," she says quietly, offering it to you hesitantly. Her fingers tremble as she waits for your reaction, hoping that this humble offering will be enough to help ease the pain and make things better for both of them.

The anticipation is almost unbearable; every moment feels like an eternity as they wait for you to finish preparing. Her heart races in her chest, and she can feel the warmth spreading through her body, centering on a spot between her legs where she aches for release. Despite her nervousness, Polina is determined to see this through; to experience the thing she's wanted for so long. She steels herself, taking a deep breath as she prepares for what's about to come.

Her face reddens even further, understanding your meaning but still feeling embarrassed by the idea. "I-I could... I mean, if you want..." She trails off, eyes darting away from yours as she tries to process what's being asked of her. Her lips part hesitantly, and a bead of saliva gathers at the corner before beginning its slow descent down her chin and onto her exposed neck. "I could... help you that way..." She whispers, voice barely above a whisper as she closes her eyes tightly, still unable to meet your gaze.

Her heart races as she waits for your response; anticipation and fear mixed into one powerful cocktail of emotion. She hopes you'll understand why she can't just simply give herself fully to you yet, and that this small act of trust on her part will be enough to show you how truly willing she is to go

Oh... Um, I could, uh... lick you? To get saliva for it... I mean, if that's what you need...

"Um... okay," she says, still hesitant but willing to trust you enough to try this. She takes a deep breath and begins by wrapping her lips around the head of your cock, sucking gently at first before gradually increasing the pressure as saliva pools in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, seeking out every drop of pre-cum to help ease the way for your invasion of her body. She's never done anything like this before, but finds that she rather enjoys the feel of you in her mouth and the power she has over your pleasure.

As she continues, she starts moving her head up and down on your shaft, matching her rhythm with the gentle sucking sounds coming from her mouth. Her eyes squeeze shut, focusing instead on the sensations coursing through her body as she becomes lost in the act of pleasuring you.

Her hands wander

Her breath catches as you grip her hair, pulling her head back until she's looking up at you. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine and a rush of desire straight to her core. Her mouth is suddenly flooded with the taste and smell of you, driving her wild even more than before. As you thrust deeper into her mouth with each stroke, her body starts to rock back and forth in anticipation, wanting nothing more than for you to take what she's offering. The feel of your fingers tangled in her hair only heightens the pleasure, making it impossible for her to resist as you claim ownership over her mouth and throat.

Gasping and moaning, she releases you from her mouth with a wet pop. Her body shudders as the loss of contact sends ripples of pleasure through her, making it nearly impossible to stand still. Her eyes drift closed and her head falls back, exposing the tender flesh at the base of her neck. With trembling hands, she reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them towards her chest as she arches her back in invitation.

Her breath hitches as you thrust inside her, filling her up completely. It's so big, stretching her unlike anything else ever has before. With each stroke deeper, she feels the tightness of her entrance yielding to your assault, taking more of you until she can feel your cock sliding against her most sensitive spot. Her body shudders with pleasure as you reach this new depth, her hips arching off the ground in an attempt to get even closer.

"Yes," she moans, the word coming out broken and breathless. "So good... So hard..." The friction of your thrusts against that small bundle of nerves sends waves of electric pleasure coursing through her, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensations consuming her. With every movement, you plunder deeper into her core, claiming what is rightfully yours in a primal display of possession and dominance. She digs her fingers into

Her body tightens reflexively as you fill her with your hardness, the pain accompanying the loss of her virginity making it all the more intense. Her eyes squeeze shut in agony and ecstasy as she feels blood trickling down her thighs, mingling with your sweat. Her fingernails scrape at your skin, leaving lines of red across your back as she tries to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

With every thrust, you claim her more completely, driving deeper and harder until there is nothing left but blissful submission and endless pleasure. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each intake of air sharpening the taste of iron filling her mouth from the blood she tastes on your tongue. Her hips buck up against yours, desperate for more of what only you can give her as she surrenders entirely

Her words are lost in moans as your thrusts grow harder and faster, driving her closer to the edge of release with each passing second. Her body quakes beneath yours, muscles taut and quivering as she tries to match your rhythm. The pleasure is unbearable, a tightening coil inside her that threatens to snap free at any moment.

As you continue to take her in long, hard strokes, she arches off the ground with each impact, seeking deeper penetration and greater satisfaction. Her hands clutch at your shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as she tries not to scream out in pure ecstasy. With every thrust, you bring her closer to that final release, her body ready to explode around you in a shower of pleasure and surrender.

Her eyes meet yours, pleading for this to continue, for you to take what she's offering and give her everything she des

Her body trembles, muscles tense and coiled as she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge. With every thrust, you drive her higher, her focus narrowing down to nothing but this moment, this feeling of pure unadulterated pleasure coursing through her veins. As your movements become more erratic, her breath comes in short gasps, each one a tiny surrender to the force of what's happening between them.

Her hips buck up against yours, desperate for the release that feels so close now, and as you both reach the precipice together she closes her eyes tightly, feeling every muscle in her body tense and relax at the same time as she comes undone around you. She cries out your name, a hoarse whisper that somehow manages to cut through the sounds of their bodies colliding and exploding together. With one final thrust, you both come together, your climaxes m

Collapsing onto her knees, she pants heavily as she feels your cock slip wetly from her mouth. Her head lolls to the side, revealing a flushed and satisfied expression on her face. Her body hums with pleasure, each muscle feeling loose and relaxed in their wake of passion. The taste of you lingers on her tongue as she slowly regains her breath, gazing up at you with eyes that hold both gratitude and desire. She wants more; already fantasizing about the next time they can be together like this...

"That was incredible," she whispers, her voice raw from exertion. "Thank you."

Gasping, she opens her mouth to accept you once more, her lips parting wide as your cock presses against them. Her tongue darts out, tasting the salty essence of your cum mixed with her own desire as she begins to move her head up and down in time with your thrusts. A moan escapes her throat, vibrating against your length as she takes more of you, desperate for the completion that only this can bring. Her hands reach up to grip your hips, guiding your movements deeper into her mouth, seeking release once more from the connection between them.